theurgy wish he was around to tell his side of the story.” And therein her case was lost. The potential witnesses had all died, dried out and blown away, or been riveted to the side of a pickup somewhere in rural Kansas. The lion was alive, but he was in hiding somewhere in the Caribbean, counting his money and evading taxes. Amazing what a public defense attorney can dig up. The jury also grew tired of Glinda’s long, pedantic speeches and condescending manner. She was as haughty and boring as she had been back when and her mannerisms didn’t sit well with our jurors. I still can’t get the ringing out of my ears from her incessant whining. After two days of lighthearted browbeating by this bimbo, we were acquitted. Glinda flew off in a huff and we were free. I took it as my chance to escape not only from custody, but from California itself. I had had enough of glitz and glam and traffic jam. I needed to be somewhere where people were more real, where masks and facades fall off and what you see is what you get. So I’m heading off for Milwaukee, land of beer, brats, Laverne and Shirley. Yeah, I should blend right in there, no problem!
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